The te afternoon su one of the most beautiful legacies in ema—the romaween Rose and Jack—apanied by a magnifit song by e Dion, whose delicate voice touched the hearts of lovers everywhere.

  –We’ll be w te today,– Cameron remarked. For them, the ses stretched into the night, creating a distind distant atmosphere. The night brought trasting challenges, full of varied setbacks. Sometimes, the darkness hindered filming, f them to rely on special lighting sources that created a dark ambiance while still fantastically highlighting every frame.

  White tables were set up, and the rec set transformed into a nighttime dining space. Everyone was utterly exhausted—some yawned, others simply closed their eyes, attempting to snatch a half-hour’s rest. Dinner sisted of rice with potato and tuna sad, cuts of chi, slices of beef with plum sauce, boiled eggs, and a final dish of sweet apple sad.

  Billy ate a serving of potato sad alongside generous cuts of meat and greens. His m exercise routines left him ravenous, and oher hand, he held the final chapters of his Titaniuscript. The entire series amouo 1,400 pages, a product of the tless hours he had poured into this moal work.

  –I hate eating at night,– Kate ented, wearing a flowing white dress paired with a brown wool coat.

  Billy nodded in agreement, eyeing the substantial portion of her pte. Perhaps her ent was ced with sarcasm—she was eating almost as much as he was. Her round cheeks, framed by red hair and pale skin, stood out to him.

  –I’ve nearly fihe book. I might send it to the editors week so you take a look. I’ve tried to give the series on the great ship the structure it deserves,– Billy murmured. He enjoyed sharing those quiet, thoughtful details, ohat could make women dream. His portrayal of Jack was an impassioned one—a man hopelessly in love, ready to give his life for Rose, treating her like a true princess. He imagined women dev the book, losing themselves in it, and then watg the film only to think of him. That kind of resonance was worth more than a few dolrs. Nothing was better than a legion of women defending his artistic vision.

  –Oh my God, I’ll read it and love every sed of it. The opening chapters were amazing. I adored them,– Kate murmured through a mouthful of beef, her lips painted as if with rouge.

  –Don’t be too harsh. Writing romance is a challenge for me—crafting plots and fleshing out the nuances of love doesn’t e easily. I’ve had some ideas but insisted my editors sult both a male and female romance expert to give me broader insights,– Billy replied, chewing a pieeat.

  –Don’t fet to share it with me,– Kate said, aware of how uable things could be. In the ing days, she knew she’d get hooked, reading nonstop and sharing her opinions at length.

  The crew began preparing for the ses of the day.

  103. INT. ROSE’S SUITE.

  ...1912. Like a dream, the elegant woodwork and satin upholstery rise from the rusty ruins. Jack is overwhelmed by the room’s opulence. He pces his sketchbook and drawing materials on the marble table.

  ROSE: Will this light do? Don’t artists need good lighting?

  JACK: (in a bad French at) True, I’m not used t in such horrible ditions. (gng at the paintings) Oh… Mo!

  He crouches by the paintings stacked against the wall.

  JACK: Isn’t the use of color extraordinary? I once saw it… through a hole in the fence of this garden in Giverny.

  She steps into the adjoining dressing room. He moves toward the safe, searg for the bination. It’s captivating.

  ROSE: Cal insists ing this thing everywhere.

  JACK: Should I expect him back soon?

  ROSE: Not while there’s cigars and brandy to keep him occupied.

  k. She opens the safe, gng at Jack’s refle in the mirror behind it. She retrieves the neckd hands it to him, his hands trembling as he takes it.

  JACK: What is it? A sapphire?

  ROSE: A diamond. A very rare ohey call it the Heart of the O.

  Jack stares at a wealth beyond prehension.

  ROSE: I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this. –She smiles.– Wearing only this.

  He looks at her, stunned, uo believe what she means. Surely, she’d wear lingerie.

  –Cut,– Cameron calls, discussing some details with Rose. He picks up a piece of charcoal, preparing for the se—a moment requiring plete authenticity. Seeing Kate fully nude requires intense focus as he sketches a delicate, vivid image.

  The unnecessary crew members leave, extras disperse, and only those essential remain.

  ...

  104. INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM.

  Oterfly b, Rose removes it from her hair. She shakes her head, letting her hair fall loosely over her shoulders. A fleeting 20-sed shot.

  105. INT. LIVING ROOM.

  Jack arranges his pencils like surgical tools. His sketchbook lies open, ready. He gnces up as she enters, draped in a silk kimono.

  Kate is trembling, her nipples erect. Being nude in front of Billy makes her feel vulnerable, uain of how to act as she approaches him.

  ROSE: The st thing I need is another portrait of me looking like a por doll. As the paying t, I want what I want.

  She smiles, handing him a dime, then steps back, letting the kimono slip from her shoulders. While the script suggests she’d be in lingerie, the only thing she wears now rests against her creamy chest. Her heart pounds as the fabric falls, revealing her fully.

  Billy/Jack raises an eyebrow, momentarily stunned. Now fully in character, he gazes at her as a young man deeply in love, his emotions overflowing. His mouth opens slightly, his eyes trag her form. His admiration grows with every gnce, from her legs to her stomach, down to the floor, as his cheeks flush deeply. He imagines Rose in his arms, holding her close, and hearing her whisper his elling him she loves him.

  ROSE: Tell me when you’re ready.

  JACK: On the bed—the… chair.

  He gestures clumsily, faltering in his improvisation.

  She rees on the chaise lounge, curling up cat-like into the pose for the sketch... almost.

  JACK: Just… bend your left leg slightly and… lower your head. Eyes on me. Perfect.

  He adjusts his position, his gaze fixed on her. His eyes keep returning to her chest as he breathes deeply, his cheeks burning. Sweat forms on his brow, and his arm trembles slightly as he begins to draw.

  ROSE: I think you’re blushing, Mr. Great Artist. I ’t imagine Monsieur Mo blushing.

  JACK: Sweating. –He grins.– Landscapes don’t do this to me.

  Jack focuses on his sketchpad, his eyes darting over the edge to capture every detail. His hands move with skill, his charcoal trag and erasing, f a stunning work of art.

  ...

  When the cameras capture the pleted drawing, Cameron yells, “Cut.” Kate slips bato her kimono, retreating to her private space. She feels her body’s intense rea—her skin tingling, her nipples hypersensitive as though thousands of nerve endings have e alive. She’s weakened, utterly and inexplicably aroused.

  Staring into the mirror, she tries to steady herself. It’s the first time something like this has happened.

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